Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-10-13


The old man had to Boston gone
In the night express you'd have found him
HIS ulster warm he had hustled on,
And its wild belt buckled round him.
Ard the lover rose and donned his clothes,
His Sunday garments swell.
And fastened to the old mans house
And tugged the sounding bell
''He either fears his fortune much
sOr he hath scanty grace
Who scorns to put it to the touch
With four kings and an ace.
What, no! neat-aproned Phillis, bid
Miss Arsbella down.
sand add, beg an interview
OF her mother, Mistress Brown.
One kiss, my Arabella, dear
viii not muss thy hair;
Ihear the sweep OF thy mas silks
Upon the winding stair.
Icame to ask thy hand OF her,
And ten to one II lay
The authoress of thy being to
My suit will answer, Yea
Retire behind yon folding-door,
And neither speak nor stir,
But wait till the old lady comes
And hear me go for her.
Oh, trembie not, my own dear love,
But dream of future blisses.'
And the blushing girl made answer, "John,
I'll take that bet in Kisses
"Madam," the gallant youth began,
As the dame came sailing in,
"Dearly love your daughter fair,
And her as mine would win.
Icome to ask you for her hand"
The old lady answered: mo,
And, if that's all ySu have to say
To me, yopd better co.
Behind the folding-door her child
Turned the pallidest of hues,
And her gentle heart went sinking down
Into her tiny shoes.
But 10! her lover answer makes,
Most unabashed OF sparks:
MADAM, in part I apprehend
The drift Of your remarks;
Your husband I'd already seen,
And therefore was prepared
"You had, chr she broke sharply in
And mepacingly glared;
''You went and asked my husband, eh!
When was it that you went?
Twas like the wooden-headed clam
Just like him-to consent"
''Madam, he did not quite consent
falsehood tell couldn't
He said he'd see me further first,
And even then he wouldn't
And when asked him to see you
About it, with a frown
No use of seeing her. quoth he,
When my foot have put down.
Ny word is in my household law
don't conceal or gloze it
always mean the thing say,
And Mistress Brown Just knows it.
would not let you marry Belle,
Though my wife prayed on her knees
Domestic discipline must be
Maintained in things like these"
The maiden behind the foldingdoo
Perceived an awful pause,
Then heard her ma say, in a voice
Like the fling of many saws:
when did my husband tell you this!
He put his foot down! Hei -
When he said it was he in state
OF inebrietyr'
ssTwas at the depot yestereve;
He cool was and collected
Indeed. possibly his manner might
To some appear detected.
4 do you a kindness after all,
Young man., he further said,
.And you will live to thank me that
I do not let you wed.
For although Arabella seems
Perfect to your loving blindness,
She takes after her mother much
I'm doing you a Kindness
The maid behind the folding-door
A tear of pearly sheen
Let fall and sighed: '.If pa said that
Think he Just as mean
VI.
ssYoung man. upspalxe good Mistress Brown,
Young man, perpend and mark
This household Is, from dark till dawn, (
From dawn again till dark,
Run on the patriarchal plan,
And am the patriarch.
Who leave me out, as Emerson
Observes, they reckon i'll.
You understand meg' Madam, yes,
But perhaps your husband will.
sBut perhaps my husband may-iust once
When on my knees he sees me, q
Gas think see myself, indeedD
Revoke his doom to please me.
Bella, my dear. come straightway herei
Thy future husband see;
Fly to the haven of his arms,
The fortress of his knee.
Young man embrace your promfs ed bride;
A bet rarely seek,
But TIL bet ten dollars you and she
VIII wed on Wednesday week."
ssE WI.
Old Mr. Brown returned that night
Next morning he appeared.
With wild hunted look in his eyes,
Timorous, and awed. and "skeered-"
He took his daughter fair aside
And said, with fond detection,
That If she loved her John he would
Interpose no objection;
For his daughters happiness, as he
Historically stated,
Was dearer to him than the spectacle
OF authority indicated.
"But, Arabe1la. my love-" he said,
Enough our John will excuse him
He never asked me for your hand,
never did refuse him.
His tale was puriury OF the sort
At which great Jove does laugh;
In point of fact your lover has
Lied like an epitaph-
But then, c1i b0nos What's the use
His story Of denyings
Your mother would not be convinced
That he was doing the lying,
Though he were convicted OF perjury
sBya Jury of his peers
Without leaving the box. and sentenced TO
Sing Sing for thousand years"
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